Fairly quiet day today, which made a change as the last couple have been quite hectic. Got quite a lot of work done on the books this afternoon.
Dark Secrets is coming along well, and a friend has offered to do the new cover. That’s really the easiest book as I’m just combining it with Shadows in the Night and they have both obviously already been published. I’m not changing any of the original text though; just putting it all in sequence as it happened.
The autobiography will take a little longer as that does require time and consideration. Pact with Evil is proving comparatively easy to write, as the facts and testimonials are already there. It is not a question of even having to give my own viewpoint (though, of course, I have made clarifying comments); just let the evidence speak for itself as it all stands on record. But as well as no shortage of manuscript to choose from, I also have many exclusive photographs to choose from. You know a (writer) friend once said to me that a photograph can say more than a thousand words. Well, that’s several thousand words I’ve been saved from writing!
I guess I have an added advantage over some other authors in that the interest is already there. I am constantly being asked about publication dates (and so forth) from people wanting to know about facts and relationships in my life. I really don’t know why actually, because I’m just an ordinary person. But there you have it. That’s just how it is. People want to know.
Waiting for a bus this afternoon to go into town. It was a lovely day and it wasn’t far, but I was just feeling lazy. Sitting alone on a long red seat in the open shelter enjoying a cigarette, when suddenly, a man appeared from around the side. He was probably about sixty five and almost immediately, he pointed up to a tiny sign near the roof and said . . . “You’d better put that cigarette out, it’s a thousand pound fine if you get caught!”.
Well, my first reaction was that he was joking so I smiled and said . . . “I don’t intend to get caught!”.
Then I realised that he was deadly serious . . .“You will if I report you”, he said aggressively.
“Go ahead there’s a phone box over there”, and I pointed to a phone box just up the road.
That must have ‘thrown’ him a little, because he walked and sat down at the other end of the bench. “So you expect me to sit here and breathe the smoke?”
“Yes”, I replied, “unless you go and stand outside”.
Now, the shelter itself was virtually open with only half a back, one side and a roof, but he actually got up and stood outside on the pavement, all the while glaring at me while I sat there and continued to smoke. At the same time he kept looking up and down the street, and I am sure if anybody had come by (they didn’t) he would have tried to ‘grab’ them as a witness.
I was really enjoying the whole thing because I knew there was absolutely nothing he could do; more so because the cigarette had only just been lit, and I had several minutes left to smoke it slowly and deliberately.
I swear to heaven that sometimes I just cannot understand human nature with all its paranoia’s and distorted phobia’s. In fact, it was moments like this that made you wonder if the whole world had suddenly gone entirely mad!